Like the DIPA, their Jamaica Red pours thick. The fluid fills the glass in wide swells of caramel coloured viscosity. A light floaming ring and froths counts as a head. On the nose there is faint cherry, fey floral (marigola with a freeisa?) and herbs along with yeasty maltiness. A bright but heavy scent. The texture is interesting, too. Not syrup but nonetheless heavy. Bitter weed hops sit high and back but are buffered by a layer of rich malt. Yet below that there is a third layer that rides along the swallow that is lighter and fresher, lifted perhaps by the carbonation. A cacophony of malt notes, banging into each other: pear, raisin, fig, storage apple, maybe date plus maybe brown sugar. Black tea and sultana in the finish.
Have you read The Unbearable Nonsense of Craft Beer - A Rant in Nine Acts by Alan and Max yet? It's out on Kindle as well as Lulu.
Maureen Ogle said this about the book: "... immensely readable, sometimes slightly surreal rumination on beer in general and craft beer in particular. Funny, witty, but most important: Smart. The beer geeks will likely get all cranky about it, but Alan and Max are the masters of cranky..."
Ron Pattinson said: "I'm in a rather odd situation. Because I appear in the book. A fictional version of me. It's a weird feeling."